Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-03-07


ton. But am to tell you this morning
Of death such as has never before c.
since occurred. When we die, we
DIE FOR OURSELVES,
and the crisis is alleviated by all bene-
ficent ministries. Bathings for the hands;
bathings for the head; bathings for the
feet; the light turned down low or set in
! lust the right place; all the Offices of at
lection about us when we come 10 die.
But not so with Jesus. He died not for
Himself, but He died in torment and He
died for others. He might nave moved
around in gardens made ty His own
hand, en- earthly potentate amid vine
yards and olive groves sloping to the sea.
! Instead of being tossed in the fishing boat
on Tioerius, He might have chosen sun
shiny day and a pleasant wave for
! the lake crossing. Instead CT being
! followed by an unwashed rabble He
! might have charmed sandhedrims and
universities with His eloquence. Instead
of cross and bunch of twisted BRAN
bles on His brow He might have died in
the castle of q Roman merchant, the air
bland with lilies and frsnkincense. But
no: He died in torture; the good for the
| pad: the kind for the cruel; the wise Tor
the ignorant; the divine for the human.
| On how tenderly we feel towards any one
VINO has done 8 great kindness and per-
haps at the imperiling of his own life !
| How we ou1 hit to feel towards Christ, the
Captain of salvation, on the white horse
riding down our foes; but in the moment
He made the victorious charge the lances
of death struck Him!
There was very touching scene
among an Indian tribe in the last centu-
fy. 1t seemed that one of the chleftaiRs
had slain man belonging to en- opposite
tribe, and that tribe came up and said ::
awe will
EXTERMINATE YOU
"unless you surrender the man who COM
mitted that crime" The chieftain who
did the crime stepped out from tie ranks
and said: II am not afraid to die, but
have wife and four children, and l have
father aged and mother aged, whom l
support by hunting, and sorrow to leave
them helpless" Just as he said that his
old father from behind stepped out
and said: "He shall not die. | take his
place. l am old and well stricken in
years. l can do no good. might as
well die. My days are almost over. lie
cannot be spared. Take me-" And they
accepted the sacrifice. Wonderful sacri-
fee, you say, but not so wonderful as
that found in the Gospel, for we deserved
to die, aye, we were sentenced when
Christ, not worn out with years but in
the flush of His youth, said: 'Save that
man from going down to the pit; 1 am
the ransom. Put his burdens on my
shoulders. Let his stripes fail on my
back. Take my heart for his heart. Let
| no iva bon ba
told to-day in heaven that notwithstand-
ing all those wounds, and all that blood,
and all those tears, and all that agony,
| you would not accept him?
Wss 1t for crimes that had done,
He groaned upon the tree:
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree.
There is no woe amid the surroundings
OF that scene that impresses me more than
that OF His own mother. You need not
point her out to me. l can see by the
sorrow, the anguish, the woe, by the up
thrown hands. That all means mother.
"Oh," you say, "why didn't she 90 down
to the foot of the nil and sit with her
back to the scene? 1t was too horrible
| for ner to look upon" Do you not know
when child is in anguish or trouble it
always makes g heroine of q mother:
Take her away, you say, from the cross.
! You cannot drag her away. She will ker .
on looking; as long as her son breathas
she will stand there looking. GA, wn=t
scene it was for
ATENDER HEARTED MOTHER
to look upon! How gladly she would
have sprung to His relief. It was h +
son. Her son, How gladly she would
have clambered up on the cross and hung
there herself if her son could have been
| relieved, How strengthening she would
have been to Christ if she might have
come close by Him, and snothed Him.
Oh, there was good deal in what the
little sick child said upon whom surgi-
cal operation of painful nature must be
performed! The doctor said THAT
child won't live through this operation
unless you encourage him. You go III
and get his consent" The father told
him all the doctor said, and added ::
"Now, John, will you go through with il?
viii you consent to it," He looked very
pale, and he thought minute and said ::
Eyes, father, if you wi hold my hand l
will" So the father held his hand, and
led him straight through the peril. Ga,
woman, III your hour of anguish whom do
you want with you? Mother Young
man, in your hour of trouble who do you
want to console you? Mother. If the
mother of Jesus could only have taken
those bleeding feet into her lap! If she
might have taken the dying head on her
bosom! II she might have said to Him ::
at will soon be over, Jesus; it will soon
be over, and we will meet again, and it
will be all WE'LL" But no, she dared not
come up so close. They would have
struck her back with their hammers.
They would have kicked her down the
hill.
There can be no alienation at all. Jesus
must suffer and Mary must look. l sup
pose she thought of the birth-hour in
Bethlehem. l suppose she thought of the
time when, with her boy In her bosom, she
FASTENED on in the darkness in the flight
to wards Egypt. suppose she thought OF
His boyhood, when He was the JOY of her
heart. suppose she thought OF the
THOUSAND KINDNEsSRS
He had done her, not forsahing her or for
getting her, even in His last moment, but
turning to John and saying: There is
mother; take her with You. She is old
now. She caunot help herself. Do for
her Just as l would have done for her if /
had lived. Be very tender and gentle
with her. Behold thy mother" She